In a tale simple
As ours is
Many small complexities have risen
Tiny barriers built to trip and injure
Have sprained our heart's intent
And as lovers we were too blind
And as friends, too impassionate
As the clockwork days ground us to
Naught but glass and filament
That our grandest ideas were
But a spark, seems some kind of
Cosmic joke, where you and I
And our hearts, were given words
That were never spoke
Though these brittle walls
Will surely fall someday
So too, will the clouds
Come down and guard the way
So surrounded we've been
By murd'rous misdirection
That our own shadows came to rest
Across our destination
So mix't confusion and regret
And summer musings caught
In winter's nets, that when our lips
Had finally met, our passion was long passed
To reasonable death
And yet you're waiting with baited breath
For a sonnet to say just what you meant
For a letter penned by a pensive hand
To spin us back into love's web
But we are naught
Save filament and glass
And our lights burnt out at last
And love you though I did
No words can turn me back
For me, the fog has lifted
And for me, death has stayed his hand
For me, the fall of love has given
Life, not reason
For logic would tell me
To stand idly by, in safety
From the hoarded treasures
Of the world, the beauty that I could not see
Beyond your own
But I've no use for logic
That would keep me so entombed
I've no need for walls now
So many years from the womb
So I have left
The quiet bedroom
For the cacophony of the world
I have traded the preordained
Of the paintings for which
I'd been framed, for canvas and brush
And whatever colors I shall claim
And if you awaited a sonnet
If you prayed I would come home
Then you never really knew me
For the reason I must go
Is that the sweetest kiss
I've ever tasted, has always been laced
With the unknown
As filament and glass I've lied
I've wished so long to live in the light
That the quietest stars have shone
So save your dreams
I'll stay the night, but come morning
You'll wake alone.
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